when smoke poured from a tree
on the underneath
the copper blanch
of winter’s blood
resin smoke, it’s heat
wide red skin, alive
with flame
a hand twists, pours
into the embers -
the diamond sea, where
two tides
forever meet.
until next week
in the space between tides
Jai Michelle
This is leaving me speechless…. What a piece! Love love love this ❤️ ❤️❤️🔥
Beautiful as always 💫🩶